ANDREW BLAKEMORE

The Hammer And The Rusting Nail - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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The hammer and the rusting nailLay on the shelf within the shed, They did not speak or even glanceEach day to them a strain, The hammer knew he had the strengthTo bend and break the rusting nailOr drive it firmly into woodTo not be seen again.

The rusting nail for small in sizeWas sure he was no match for him, And lived in fear that one day soonThat he would meet his end, He prayed that day would not arriveAnd would be left to live in peace, To look out of the window thereAnd one day be his friend.

The hammer longed for him to goAnd wanted all the wooden shelf, To call his own and not to shareYet all he tried did fail, Each day he left and did returnAnd after toiling many hours, Was placed upon the same old spotBeside the rusting nail.

One day a man did take the nailFrom off the shelf where it had lain, So many years there undisturbedAnd held it to the wall, He drove it hard into the frameBeside the window in the shed, And hung the hammer on it thenSo that it would not fall.

From that day on in harmonyThe hammer and the rusting nail, Lived side by side and made a vowOf friendship strong and true, The hammer knew without the nailThat he would fall down to the ground, The nail free to live in peaceTo gaze upon the view

Comments about The Hammer And The Rusting Nail by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

At the core of any worthwhile read is a moral that teaches us something of value
This is such a piece
Andrew..........YOU'RE A STAR
and each time I read one of your works, it is an honour for me
You are a truly beautiful writer
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